Wednesday, November 9th, 2011 at 3:18 pm
And then I jabbed my doctor in the eye with his little pen. In my mind.
Update: I feel I must clarify – my arms didn’t actually fall off and if they did I wouldn’t just casually go visit a doctor at my local branch medical clinic because I wouldn’t be able to drive. Obviously. Also, how would I be typing this? That’s right, I wouldn’t because when a person has an arm off logic will tell you that the fingers would then be off too.
I have chronic sinus pressure and severe sinus headaches and have gone to the doctor only a couple of times for it over the last 4 years because they’re completely unhelpful and this last doctor didn’t even examine me before explaining to me that instead of having an actual ”congestion problem”, I only perceived my “sinus issues”. But it was when he did quotation marks in the air when he said sinus issues and sinus headaches and congestion that he got stabbed. In my mind.
I’m against people using air quotation marks wrong. Or at all.
Thursday, October 13th, 2011 at 9:27 pm
I went back to the base thrift store this morning to pick out my used goat. I had added a sea bag onto my thrifty list because the Rabbit seems to have misplaced his and they’re, like, $70 new so I definitely wanted to snag him a $10 from the thrift store.
When I first got to the store they didn’t have any sea bags but sometime between then and when I walked up to checkout that they had found one and it was on the back counter because they have rules about who they can sell them to – only to active duty or for active duty - and I was like, Ya-yuh! and was fully prepared to snatch it up until I was intercepted.
This man came waltzing right past me and spoke boldly out of turn to the lady who was walking up to check me out. He wanted that sea bag. She then proceeded to act as if I wasn’t standing there at the counter. However, I knew I had nothing to worry about because he was definitely not active duty so that was good for me, right?
She told him he couldn’t have it but the guy wouldn’t give up and proceeded to sweet talk her while she continued to ignore me and she seriously ended up selling the bag to him because his college-aged son just wanted one, while I stood there with my mouth wide open because my Rabbit IS active duty and NEEDS a sea bag.
After the guy left I told the lady, in the nicest way possible, that that sea bag was supposed to be mine and she kindly told me that I could drive over to the other base and see if they had any but it’s an hour away and I don’t think so.
It’s not that big of a deal, I know, but it sort of just lit my britches on fire for brief second. Lucky for them I was too tired and sore from
torturing myself running to make much ado about it.
And I did find a very excellent pair of shoes that had never been worn. One dollar, people. Hard to beat that kind of sweetness.